Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is this not why you're

Uh, uh, huh
the music up
Turn me
Guru, go get 'em again
This time for the money my nigga
Brooklyn up

There's been a nigga this good for this long
This
Or pop is hot
Or strong
With so different flows
This ones for song
The next one switch up
This one get bit up
fucks
To lazy to up shit
They
They don't pictures
They trace me
You what
Soon they who they plucked
They style from
And try to reverse the
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For myself and
I say a big verse I'm biggin' up my brother
Biggin' up my
I'm big to do it
I'm that
Plus I my own flow is foolish
So the and things you sing about
em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your
I'm in, new
Deuce
A few
What more can I you
Let me it for you
L-I-E
Nobody truer than
And I'm for more
New York's
Minister back to finish my business up

What more can I
What can I do?
I give all to you
I know this is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
What can I say to you
You it all

You already know I'm about
Flying down south
wet off the step
Purple Rain in the
on hoes
Brushing off my
But ain't nothing on my
Except my
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if patrol I make payroll
Benz for
they roll
Private jets down to Turks and
Chrys case
I give a shit
one life to live I can't let a day go
Bye
Without me fly
Fresh to
Head to toe until the day I
And I don't wear I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of nigga button ups
S dots on my
Make a complete
What more can I say play the beat

We gonna let this ride into the
I'ma my fingers on this one
What can I say to you?
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you know ass is
When got you in a mag
For like a billi
And your ass Lilly

That mean that you write must be illy
Either that or your is silly
It's
I don't to boast
But damn if I brag
crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ads
The Stewart
That's far from
Far from a Harvard
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not with it
In fact I'm just it
This the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, two and I stop abusing it
To groupie girls stop false it
Back to the
The roof is translucent
Niggas got a Houston
up be
They shut up me
Shut I
Not P.E.
ride
God forgive me for my delivery
But I vividly
these streets did to me
So me
Letting these nit pick at me
Paint me a pickiny
I will
Kiss in the forehead
her please forgive me
Then squeeze your forehead
I'm not the one to score off
In
I got a to knock your points off

Hova the God nigga for me
I'm at the International
Ask for me
I ain't never
I'm
You ain't there
Nigga why I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever around here
Excluding
what I embody
The of a hustler I really ran the street
I mine
That marketing was me
And no I ain't get shot up a bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of
And I ain't animated, like say a, Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my
Add that to the fact I went a bunch of times
that by my influence
On pop
I supposed to be one on everybody's list
We'll see what when I no longer exist
this

(What can I say?)